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way over here, but D had thrown caution to the wind and chanced his safety to warn Sloane.
    That had to count for something, right?
    He still wanted to paddle the man’s ass for putting himself in danger. There were so many creatures running around these parts lately that it wasn’t even safe to walk out onto the damn front porch.
    And D had run a good five miles to warn him. Sloane glanced up at the ceiling again, sighing.
    “Keep him safe while I try and find out what’s going on with his father. His brothers were a pain in the ass, but easy enough to scare away. I have a feeling his father won’t be.”
    “Thanks.” Sloane ran his hand over his head, something he did when he was frustrated or nervous. “I’m going to go check on him.”
    Sloane hung up the phone and tossed it on the table. He said he would give D another chance, and that was what he was going to do.
    The chair scraped across the floor as Sloane left the kitchen. He stood at the bottom of the steps for a moment, glancing up before he ascended the stairs. He raised his hand and knocked softly just in case D was still asleep.
    A growl left his lips as he realized he was knocking on his own damn bedroom door. This was crazy. He pushed the door open to see D sitting up in the middle of the bed, his smoky-black hair rumpled as he glanced at Sloane.
    “I was just seeing if you were hungry.”
    “Why, are you offering me your vein?” D asked with a smile. It was the most natural smile Sloane had ever seen. His mate had that sexy just-woke-up look, making everything about him wholesome and natural.
    “I forgot,” he said as he leaned against the cream-colored wall, tucking his arms behind him. He knew his mate needed to feed. His skin coloration was proof, but Sloane wasn’t sure he was ready for that step yet. It was something intimate, something private, and they were just now working things out. “I can call the Lakelands to get your supply.”
    D’s smile wavered a bit and then fell back into place, only the twinkle of merriment was missing from his dark eyes this time.
    “Okay.” D scooted to the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over.
    Sloane had insisted on a second mattress to make the bed higher, but he could see that it was a bit high for his mate. “But don’t let Chauncey bring it. That last time he brought me some blood to my room, he sat there for half an hour wondering aloud about whose blood was in the bag. I was starving by the time he handed it over.”
    Sloane couldn’t catch the growl as it ripped from his chest. He didn’t like anyone making his mate starve. D was already gaunt enough as it was.
    “No! He’s a really nice guy. Don’t get me wrong. He’s just a bit odd.” D defended the bear quickly, which only pissed Sloane off more. He hated the fact that everyone knew D so well and Sloane stood here clueless.
    “The sun will set in about an hour. There are fresh towels in the hall closet, and I’ll have some of your clothes sent over.”
    “I can stay?” D gaped at him as if Sloane’s offer were unreal.
    Sloane stood up straight, waving a hand in D’s direction. “It seems you can’t listen when I tell you to stay inside. You’re going to stay here where I can keep an eye on your wandering ass.”
    It was a flimsy excuse, but Sloane wasn’t willing to put his heart out there just yet and give D the real reason why he wanted him there.
    “I’ll see you downstairs.” He took a step back, his eyes regarding D once more before he left the room.

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    D sat there stunned. He had come here this morning to warn Sloane about his father, but had no clue that he would become Sloane’s houseguest. The very idea made him want to jump up and down, shouting that he was finally with his mate, but he also wanted to vomit at the same time from the fear that he would screw this up.
    So D settled for a small smile and an arm pump.
    After an hour, D slid from the bed and padded out of the room to the hall